His soldiers were all strong, healthy young men. They couldn't have fainted out of nowhere.
Especially not more than fifty of them at once. Someone had to be behind it.
A little thought was enough to figure out who had done it.
The only possible culprits were these people who had inexplicably barged in.
The unknown bred fear, especially when it could potentially hurt you.
A trace of uncertainty now crept into the King's Army commander's gaze as he looked at Randall.
But how had he done it?
"Y-you know sorcery?"
A hint of fear appeared in the commander's eyes.
When had he ever seen someone knock so many people unconscious without moving a muscle?
Randall said nothing and walked straight toward him.
Seeing Randall approach as casually as if he were taking a stroll, completely unguarded, the commander began to scheme.
He had no idea how Randall had pulled off that unbelievable feat, but as long as he was human, a strike to a vital spot would kill him!
With that thought, the commander lowered his eyes and pretended to be terrified.
Secretly, however, he tightened his grip on his sword hilt. As soon as Randall came within reach, he would spring into action and kill him with a single strike!
Randall walked slowly, taking three seconds to cover the dozen or so meters.
Soon, he stopped in front of the commander.
Seeing the feet come to a halt before him, the commander steadied himself. Now's my chance!
His muscles bulged as he drew his sword as fast as he could and thrust it at Randall's throat.
As he struck, he made a point of watching Randall's expression.
Yet Randall's face remained blank. He didn't react at all.
The commander sneered inwardly. *Looks like I was just scaring myself